Busy Bees
In our busy bee lives
Taking care of our hives
With a need to be there
If there is everywhere
We set such frantic pace
Life blurs before our face
One errand to the next
No time to just reflect
The demands for our time
Noted by alarm chime
Pull us off once again
Triggered Pavlovian
It’s like our DNA
Holds over us such sway
That we can never sit
Taking solaced respite
And that is where it lies
A truth evading eyes
That in a moment still
Is found a greater will
Pause all for a short time
To drink in the sublime
Refresh and thus renew
Reason for all we do
Permitted a minute
Suckling world while in it
One moment gracious giving
The joy of our living
I do not mean to say
That you should take a day
But I will beg reckon
You can take a second
Commune with what is life
Unburden daily strife
Remember where you are
This hive beneath the stars
commonsensiblyspeaking 
As we grow older, I think we better understand that “there” is not the point. The destination to there, if we take the time to savor it instead of race through it, is where we find our fondest and happiest moments! Good point!
Thank you! I couldn’t agree more.
I will try to take a second to commune with what is life; well said.
Fantastic message 👏👏👏
Thank you Jupiter! And thank you for your continued support! 🙂